let your threads come undone. i like you better bare
Rance might have regretted giving up the petting, had he been in the state of mind where he could enjoy the newness of it. As it was, he kept getting ambushed with new information every time he started to relax. Even though those shocks were thoroughly distracting, by the time Oliver was blushing very prettily and flashing a predator's fangs, Rance had calmed down enough that there was no missing the hint in that smile. The whisper of a promise of something interesting. "Hm, I bet it is," a hint of his own in his deep voice.
Which was, of course, when the blond through another new pile of information his way. Pieces that would be fascinating even alone, put together into a slightly impossible whole, all blanketed by Oliver's ignorance to just how amazing it was. And it seemed Oliver was just as surprised by Rance's response as Rance had been by the telling. The head tilt, the obvious shock and confusion, the shy gratitude -- Rance nearly shook his head in disbelief. "Well... you're welcome. I don't know what kind of crazy world this is if havin' even half of that isn't considered 'special'." He ran a hand through his hair again, seemingly a gesture of exasperation this time, but he kept his eyes on the tilt Oliver's face, on the way he caught his lip in his teeth, in the body language which fluctuated between easy confidence to shy humility.
Even had there not been implications of maybe something more than talking, Rance would have wanted to continue the conversation. Each person had a story and the raven attuned was learning more with each exchange. But that glance, like several others had since they'd met, said that Rance might have an interesting twist to look forward to if he agreed.
His smile returned, a crooked grin, eyes hooded, brow arched. "Yeah, I wouldn't mind that at all. Fair exchange, a bit from me, a bit from you." He leaned forward ever so slightly, body language purposely casual, though the look in his eyes and the slight tilt of his head said otherwise.
Which was, of course, when the blond through another new pile of information his way. Pieces that would be fascinating even alone, put together into a slightly impossible whole, all blanketed by Oliver's ignorance to just how amazing it was. And it seemed Oliver was just as surprised by Rance's response as Rance had been by the telling. The head tilt, the obvious shock and confusion, the shy gratitude -- Rance nearly shook his head in disbelief. "Well... you're welcome. I don't know what kind of crazy world this is if havin' even half of that isn't considered 'special'." He ran a hand through his hair again, seemingly a gesture of exasperation this time, but he kept his eyes on the tilt Oliver's face, on the way he caught his lip in his teeth, in the body language which fluctuated between easy confidence to shy humility.
Even had there not been implications of maybe something more than talking, Rance would have wanted to continue the conversation. Each person had a story and the raven attuned was learning more with each exchange. But that glance, like several others had since they'd met, said that Rance might have an interesting twist to look forward to if he agreed.
His smile returned, a crooked grin, eyes hooded, brow arched. "Yeah, I wouldn't mind that at all. Fair exchange, a bit from me, a bit from you." He leaned forward ever so slightly, body language purposely casual, though the look in his eyes and the slight tilt of his head said otherwise.
RANCE
